C21 (1/2)

It was like someone was holding it up with their feet. On closer look, it was the ghost that had almost strangled me that day in the stairwell. It looked exactly the same as the one in the photo, except it had a deathly aura and killing intent. In any case, there was no life force on it.

I don't intend to wait until it comes out of the sewer before putting my hands on it.

Attacking an enemy while they were gathering was a common tactic in military warfare, so I poured a bottle of garlic juice over them.

Like a wolf scalded with water, it continued to rise, grimacing with pain. His head was completely exposed, reaching up to his neck.

”Damn it!” ”It really is more ferocious, more powerful!” I took out the cinnabar cannon and lit one. I threw it over. In addition to the cinnabar that had been mixed into the gunpowder, the lead wire had also been shortened to allow for rapid detonation.

The sound of ”just” made my ears ring a little, and the cinnabar cannon in the narrow bathroom was especially loud. Compared to the results, the buzzing in his ears was worth it.

That head that came out of the explosion tilted to the side. How could I not increase the amount when it looks effective?

Immediately, I ordered a few thick ones and threw them over. I dodged outside the bathroom door to prevent my ears from getting hurt by the shockwave.

After a few rings, I looked again to see that the puddle of black water was gone. I immediately went to the living room to look at the Ghost Fixing Needle that was lying on the table. At this moment, the Ghost Fixing Needle was no longer the toothpick that was normally placed in the fur of a cat. The cat's fur swelled up as it held up the Sophora Flamingo. At this time, the thin head of the wooden stick was shaking uncontrollably, but the degree of rotation was not great. It was likely that the evil ghost was looking for an opening outside the building.

Suddenly, the Ghost Fixing Needle turned around and pointed at the main bedroom of Manager Qian and Monica. What's going on? All the windows in the master bedroom have been sealed with garlic sauce? ” Without much time to think, I jumped into the master bedroom, where Manager Qian and Monica were lying prone on the big balcony, looking out. From my vantage point, I could see that just behind them, on the right wall of the air-conditioning vent, a thick cloud of black smoke, like ink flying in the air, was coming in.

”Be careful!” I shouted, waving the water in the bottle in my hand towards the increasing amount of black fog. Manager Qian pointed at the cinnabar cannon, and after a few seconds, he threw it towards the ball of mist in the air. After the black fog was dispersed, it once again gathered together. This time, it directly formed a human figure that gradually became clearer.

”Little... ”Morning.” Monica looked at the human figure and shouted out its name. However, the ghoul was staring in Monica's direction with a gaze full of hatred, if the records in ”Ghost Scripture” weren't fake. At this moment, it should only be able to feel intense hatred and killing intent. It wouldn't be able to sense anything else, much less someone calling it by its name while it was alive.

Its pale face and empty eyes were staring at Monica. The latter was scared and hid behind Manager Qian, hugging him while trembling all over.

Manager Qian's left hand was wrapped around Monica's shoulder, while his right hand was holding onto the plastic bottle to prevent the evil ghost from rushing over. He didn't want to be idle either, so he shouted at me, ”Monkey, what are you standing there for? Should I wait for it to treat you to tea? ”

My eyes are about to ignite from anger. This fellow is just acting like a hero and is taking advantage of me while hugging a beauty. I have to get rid of this thing with a charge. No way, next time I have to change places with him, I want to be on my own, but these are all future matters, let's get rid of this monster in front of me first!

He pointed at the cinnabar cannon in his hand and threw it out, but the evil ghost seemed to know the power of this thing. His figure flashed as he hid to the other side of the bedroom. The explosion of the cinnabar cannon had not been able to injure him!

Then its counterattack came, and with a wave of its' hand, 'the little bits and pieces in the room were thrown at the three of us like invisible hands, like frames, cups, and lamps. These things weren't big, but they were fast, and all of them were quite lethal.

The Manager Qian protected Monica behind him and used a clothes dryer to block the flying object towards them from the balcony.

I tried to dodge and dodge, but just as I was about to throw a cinnabar cannon at him, a bottle of red wine came flying through the air. A few days ago, she opened a bottle of wine for me and Manager Qian to drink. When I casually said ”it's so astringent, it doesn't have a second pot to drink”, these two guys immediately looked at me with disdain.

At this moment, the brands of red wine were flying at me like grenades, ducking their heads to dodge one after the other. But the first one threw flowers on the wall, and broken glass and spilled red wine soaked most of my back. Then, he felt a burning pain on his neck, and when he turned around, he touched half of his hand, which was covered in blood. He had been cut open by the broken glass, and now he felt the pain of being soaked in red wine again. I was so angry at myself that I took a number 2 out of my backpack and kicked my feet in preparation to show this thing some color.

Who knew that after a few attempts, they were unable to find the lead wire? It turned out that this' cinnabar second kick 'was on the top of the backpack, and the lead wire was completely soaked by the earlier bottle of red wine. After delaying for a few seconds, the wraith seemed to have spotted an opening and rushed towards me. A shadow flashed in front of my eyes and it appeared before me. In a moment of desperation, I forcefully broke my second kick into two and lit up the gunpowder within it.

The gunpowder was ignited, and the thick smoke, along with the cinnabar radiation, sprayed out, scaring the evil ghost a step back. All of a sudden, I thought of something. I had a reason for holding something called Second Kick. That was to rely on the blast from the first explosion to push the second one into the air, so there would be two consecutive explosions. The gunpowder that was just burning was only one part of it, and the other was in my hand. By the time I realized it, it was too late, and just as I let go, the second blast exploded.

With a ”peng” sound, my hand was first violently slapped, followed by an intense pain in my hand. Not only that, the close range explosion still shook my ears so that I couldn't hear anything clearly. His eyes were also filled with bits of paper or sand, causing his vision to blur.

Today was probably my ”Lucy Day” when I was deaf and blind, with a gash on the back of my neck bleeding and half my hand broken. The fourth 'surprise' could not wait to arrive.

My chest felt as though it had been forcefully pushed by a mighty warrior. My vision blackened, and more than half of the air in my lungs had been squeezed out, causing me to be sent flying.